A high heat pushed roadway
lines sideways. Crowds trample the
streets as they pull themselves toward
a destination within a sea of shoulders
and elbows.
Fire escapes spread waffle slanted
shadows onto faded bricks. A radio pushes
static into an alley where a man sleeps
near dented garbage cans releasing the aroma
of yesterday.
Young men with rolled up sleeves, bright
buckles, black pocket combs, pressed
jeans and slicked back hair protect their
corners.
Vendors own the flavor. Newspapers
offer an opinion and buses hog the road.
The day is long with story.
Roger Singer 